The evening is born.
Late in the tired sun the river of my memory flows...
It's not the best beginning I suppose.
But one should start.
It was a lucky day for me.
Under the dull colourless sky I saw long lines of children with flowers in their arms as colourful as you can imagine.
The headmaster was in her high spirits ans let me go home early.
The time is worth more than money.
Maybe all is not so bad.
At least this school is just 5 minutes' walk from my home.
Some people spend hours to get to work...
I'm obviously lucky.
So it was one of my first work days as a school teacher of English.
Sudden turnaround of events.
Everybody knows I tried to keep clear of this job... but in vain!
A lonely boat is making up the stream.
When you are in the river there are only two ways in fact: up or down. I was upset.
My movements were not fast that evening.
And steel armour was heavy once again... Damn...
A traveller covered a long distance at day time but at sun set found his own track.
Now I'm hundred paces behind myself.
It's painful to realize.
But the funny thing is that .... an upset boat is still floating.
September 2013
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